Twenty days, twenty-one days, twenty-two days...
Zhou Leng maintained a speed of about seven hundred kilometers per day, originally able to complete the journey in just over twenty days.
But because he stopped to read the stories of fallen heroes, to look at their relics, and to feel the spiritual imprints, the actual time spent exceeded twenty days.
The stories of the past, the content of history, eyewitness accounts, spiritual imprints...
Countless powers, intertwined together.
Like a great hammer, constantly forging Zhou Leng's heart, while also continuously tempering his Martial Arts Will.
Over twenty days without eating or drinking, without sleep or rest, an average Grandmaster Martial Artist would surely become emaciated.
Zhou Leng was only slightly thinner than before, with slightly dark circles around his eyes, yet his gaze was brighter, his spirit more vigorous.
However, occasionally a hint of confusion flickered in his eyes.
